“I just wanted to thank you.” An ambiguous laugh sauntered between us. “Thank me for what?” Long fingers pushed my hair off my shoulder before they skimmed along my face line. My arms were occupied with books, so instead, I wiggled out of Maddie’s filthy grasp when she smirked. “For making it so easy for me. You were exactly who I thought you were, a cold-hearted slapper. It makes sense now why your mother killed herself.”
